Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2003 23:09:04 -0700
From: Trevor Jones <trevorj@farts.com>
Subject: Back, Crack & Sack

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN CONSENTING
ADULTS.  IF YOU DON'T LIKE RUDE STUFF OR IF READING IT IS ILLEGAL WHERE YOU
LIVE, THEN DON'T READ IT...

THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY TRUE EXCEPT FOR MOST OF IT.

NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT BOTH THE INNOCENT AND ME, AND TO MINIMIZE
ANY CHANCE OF IT NOT HAPPENING FOR REAL.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Back, Crack & Sack

My boy Michael has never been particularly shy about talking about personal
stuff.  Of course there was the typical teenage period when he became a bit
secretive, but he gradually learnt that getting caught wanking would not get him
into trouble, and when he was found out smoking dope, his punishment was more
understanding than he had expected.  As a result, he doesn't seem to have a
problem asking me about things like the best way to shave his balls.

This openness is naturally two-way.  Michael knows that I like guys as much as I
like girls.  I've never hidden my sexuality from him, and I guess the only
downside is that he sometimes would take some sort of perverse pleasure in
coming into my bedroom to borrow something when he KNEW that his Dad was having
fun.  The girls usually found it kind of funny, and would bury themselves under
the bedclothes, but the guys tended to freak out a bit: "Do you think he knows
what we were just doing?"

Michael is straight.  As far as I know he has never fooled around with another
boy, even though he has a number of very hot friends, several of whom would
sleep-over in his double bed with him.  When heading off to bed myself, I would
usually call out something like "Go easy on his ass, he has to be able to walk
in the morning!", and would get a reply like "I can't talk, I have a mouth full
of cock!"  If I knocked on the door, I would get a "Come In" only to see two
fully clothed boys lying on the bed playing playstation and grinning.

Michael moved into his own place about a year ago, but often visits, and often
brings his friends to visit also.  I guess Michael's friends enjoy being able to
be themselves at my house, and several of them have come to visit me of their
own accord.  While it is always fun having a hot young boy come to say hi, it is
sometimes very difficult to keep the old pecker under control, and I figure that
Michael wouldn't thank me for making any moves on his friends.

A while ago, Michael and his girlfriend came for a visit, and they brought
Jonathan with them.  Jonathan has been here lots of times before, and we get on
well together.  He invited me to his 21st, in his words: "not as Michael's dad,
but as my friend".  As luck would have it, I couldn't attend.

Later, Michael and Jonathan turned up again.  Jonathan wanted to admoninsh me
for not being able to go to his 21st.  He was also feeling sorry for himself as
he had just broken up with his girlfriend.  They had brought some beers with
them, and asked if I minded if they had a smoke.  How could I say no?  They
ended up getting pretty relaxed in front of a movie, then started talking about
shaving.

Not the regular sort of shaving...they were talking about pube trimming and how
impossible it was to get at the hairs around their holes.  I didn't really know
what to say.  I suggested depilitory cream, and a waxing place that offered a
"Back, Crack and Sack" service.  Michael wasn't too keen on the depilitory cream
idea as he had once used it on his head.  The result was less than satisfactory
but really funny.

A text message on Michael's cellphone reminded him that he was supposed to be
taking his girlfriend out for the evening, so he ended up racing out the door.
Fortunately he had drank only one beer and so was in a fit state to drive.
Jonathan, on the other hand, had had several beers, and had also been checking
out how to make Margaritas (and of course testing each recipe).  Jonathan said
he didn't want to be a gooseberry with Michael and his girlfriend, and was it OK
if he stayed here with me.  Once again, how could I say no?

Of all the boys that Michael has brought around to his Dad's house, I guess I
lusted after Jonathan the most.  He's short, about 5 foot 5, about 130 pounds of
finely toned muscle, has the cutest ass I have ever seen (at least in a pair of
jeans or shorts) and a sweet little baby face that has earnt him the nickname
"Pretty Boy" amongst his friends on the rugby team, and his work-mates where he
works as a brick-layer.  He told me that his mates sometimes also call him
Thrush: "Because I can be an irritating cunt" he said.  But since he is one of
Michael's friends (and a good 20 years younger than me), I figured I would have
to keep my rude thoughts to myself.

We watched the movie for a little while longer, just me and Jonathan, then he
brought up the subject of shaving again.  "Can you really get a Back, Crack and
Sack?" he asked.  "So I've heard", I said.

"Do you know how to do it?"

"No, I've never really figured out the waxing thing, but I'm quite good with a
razor"

Jonathan was quiet for a while, then "Could you shave my back?"

I nearly died.  Here was the cutest boy I had ever seen asking me to shave his
back.  I knew from seeing him at the beach that the only back-hair he had was
that pretty little tuft just above his butt-crack.  As you've probably already
figured out, I have a problem with saying no, so I scampered upstairs, and
returned with shaving oil and a razor.

Jonathan had taken his T-shirt off and was lying on his stomach.  He had pulled
his board-shorts down to the top of his crack to expose the part he wanted
shaved.  "Are you sure about his?" I said.  "Yeah, will you do it?"

I grabbed a wee bowl of warm water from the kitchen, then came back and rubbed
some of the shaving oil into the small of his back.  This shaving oil is really
cool stuff: immensely slippery and doesn't make a mess. It only took a minute or
two to deal with the small hairs, and I was done.  Jonathan smiled.  "That's the
back" he said.

"What more do you want?"  I was having difficulty breathing by now, and I don't
think I have ever been this hard before.

"How about the crack?"  he said, tugging his shorts a little lower.

"Well if you're sure"...  Here was this super hot kid giving me his ass to play
with.  "We're probably going to need to lose these" I said as I pulled his
shorts all the way off.  Jonathan just smiled, and used his hands to spread his
cheeks.

I spread more oil into the cleft between his buttocks,. and somehow I managed to
stop myself from sticking my finger into that inviting little rosebud.  The
thing with this oil is that you kind of have to massage it in for the  razor to
just glide over the skin, and massaging those two cute buns was definitely a
turn-on for me.  As I was rubbing the oil in, Jonathan was making little mmmmm
noises.  Was it possible that he was getting as hot and bothered as I was? I
kept on trying to think like a professional, and went to work with the razor.
"Wow, that feels good", he said. "I think I'm going to have to ask for the whole
deal....Sack next!".

This was unbelievable.  Jonathan, stark naked, rolled over onto his back.  His
cock was already hard and leaking..  "Just rub that stuff into my balls".  So I
did.  "Don't make me cum yet" he said.  What?  As far as I knew, young Jonathan
was as straight as can be, but here he was displaying his oh-so-cute bits and
pieces, and inviting me to fondle them.

As I worked the oil into the crinkly skin of his scrotum, and the smooth skin of
his cock, he continued with the little noises.  He made me stop a couple of
times, and reminded me "Don't make me shoot!" I got to inspect this boy's balls
and his cock in the most intimate way.  I grabbed a pair of scissors to do some
trimming of his wonderful boy-bush, then got stuck in with the razor.  By golly,
this shaving oil was good.  I worked my razor around his balls, scraping off
both oil and hair until I had a boy with a bald sack, a bald asshole, and a
lovely set of trimmed pubes.

"Is that what you want?" I asked Jonathan.

He looked down at his private parts and smiled. "It is looking good, but I think
you need to get rid of the oil."  This was too much.

I grabbed the towel and wiped off the excess, but at this stage I couldn't stop
myself.  His dick needed to be wiped clean and all I had left was my tongue.  I
started licking.  Jonathan moaned.  I licked some more, and Jonathan moaned some
more.  I asked him to turn over so I could clean out his crack, and after a wipe
with the towel, I found myself licking his hole.  By this time Jonathan was
whimpering.

I stuck my tongue into his hole.  He whimpered some more.  Then came the words I
was waiting to hear.  "Fuck me."  He needed it, I needed it.  I pulled my pants
down and pointed my dick at his quivering asshole.  I let the head of my dick
rub over his rosebud.  "Push it in" he cried.  I didn't.  I couldn't.  Jonathan
is my son's best friend, and he was drunk.  How could I take advantage of him?
Well, I thought by this stage, I have already gotten him naked, gotten him hard,
and he seemed to know what it was that he wanted.  So I massaged his buns and
licked his hole, then transferred my attention to his freshly shaved balls.  I
took each ball in my mouth in turn, and sucked gently.  Then I flipped him over
so that I had an unobstructed view of this beautiful boy.

He was and is gorgeous.  I figured that his girlfriends had never done this kind
of stuff to him before.  I licked his balls again.  I licked his asshole again.
Jonathan was squirming.  "Have you ever done this with my boy?" I asked.  "No ,
I have never done anything like this before" he said.  "Do you want to do this
with Michael?" I asked.  "No", he said.  "Michael is straight, Michael is
boring, No, he's not boring but he just likes girls and girls don't do this kind
of stuff".

"But I thought you liked girls", I said.

"Well, yeah, I do, but they get all snippy when you ask them to do weird stuff.
And this weird stuff is waaay cool"

Who was I to argue?

"What weird stuff do you want?" I asked Jonathan.  "I need you to fuck me" he
said again.  "I need your dick inside me".

So I did.  I fucked Jonathan.  I mentioned earlier about the shaving oil and how
slippery it is. Wiping it off doesn't seem to make the skin any less slippery.
I took my pants all of the way off, and lifted Jonathan's legs into the air.
His dick was still as hard as a rock.  I rubbed my cock between his cheeks.
Every movement gave me a whimper or a sigh.  As I moved my dick around, it
picked up some of the shaving oil that was still on his butt.  I pushed the head
of my cock against his hole, and it slipped right in.  Jonathan gasped, then
moaned, then whimpered, then whispered "Push it all the way in.".

This young boy's ass was tight but well lubed.  I pushed, and he got all of me.
"Fuck me!" he yelled.  There was no turning back now.  I hammered his ass and he
loved every thrust.  My balls were slapping against his bum, and he was moaning
and yelling "Yes, yes, fuck me!".  I guess he liked it.  At the point of no
return, I yelled "I'm cumming!" and just as I started to shoot deep into his
wonderful butt, Jonathan's dick erupted with spurt after spurt of thick ropey
cum.  He shot over his head onto the wall behind him, onto his face, and all
over his gorgeous pecs.  "Wow" he said.

Later, I spoke to him..  "Johnny how does your ass feel?".  He smiled, "No-one
is allowed to call me Johnny" and then he fell asleep.